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TiK Tok

Who: Lup (

ohnehalfte), and possibly you!
What: Drunken party of drunkenness and shenanigans
When: Nov 17th, mid-day until everyone passes tf out
Where: Islet #2 aka Trash Island, somewhere out in front of cottage 1 and along the beach
Warnings: Drunk people, swearing, ill-advised people hitting each other with sticks, questionable food, drunken cuddles and crying, etc, etc tbc when there's more

Welcome to Islet 2! There are many reasons for you to be here right now. Maybe you live here. Maybe you're visiting someone who lives here. Maybe you've been invited to this sick party by one of the above idiots. Maybe you were just passing by and got dragged into the festivities. Who cares, really? You're here now!

Out in front of Cottage 1 there's the beautiful banner that you see above hanging on the outside, lovingly crafted by one of the twins. The twins have also lovingly crafted some vodka using magic and potatoes. Potato magic. And hey! There's also stuff that the twins cooked! Like potato tornadoes, fried shark genitals and Fantasy Kentucky Fried Pterax! And other food! And there's a fire! And activities! And drinking!

Mainly drinking. In fact, there is a large cooking pot that, at the moment, is full of the most moonshine-iest vodka you have ever had. There are empty halves of coconut shells to serve as cups, as well as some clay cups that may or may not have come from an interesting source. So help yourself! Who knows how long it'll last, considering the amount of guests. Heck! It might even be repurposed later, after all the vodka is gone! So drink up.

Anyway, feel free to join in on the festivities! There will be several threads for activities where people can mingle, or you can start your own. Have a party, chill out, and/or imbibe ill-advised substances to try and forget that you died. Wheeeee!

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Hey!

[There's a little tug on his arm from a worried mouse.]

Are you okay?

[Ignis laughs softly, turning a gentle, if slightly embarrassed smile in the direction of the tug and voice.]

You may wish to define 'okay' before I foolishly try to use some loophole to talk you into thinking I am when I'm obviously not.

[Well, at least he's being honest.]

[... well, all right then.]

Uh... is there anything I can do to help?

As much as I hate the idea of inconveniencing you, I could really use some water if you don't mind.

[He's a little more serious now.]

At this point, I'm as likely to actually find it as I am to walk into the fire.

[And one of these things is definitely a less than ideal outcome.]

O-Okay! I'll get you some water right away!

[Jogs off for the moment-]

[You're a saint, Mickey.

As he listens to Mickey jog off, Ignis drops his head into his hands. He's going to have to make a list of those who helped him out after this little mistake so he can make it up to them.

Hopefully, he'll remember everyone come morning.]

[Not too much later, he returns with one of the 'cups', now filled with water.]

Here ya go, pal!

Thank you.

[Ignis takes the water in a slightly shaking hand after a moment of blind reaching, carefully drinking half of it before he tries talking again.]

I apologize that we are meeting like this. May I ask your name?

[he smiles kindly, a hand on his heart.]

I'm Mickey Mouse! It may not be perfect, but I'm still happy to meet you!

Ignis Scientia and the pleasure is mine.

[He pauses to take another drink of the water, this one a smaller sip.]

It seems you are the hero of the party tonight. Do you do this often back home? Rescue others in their time of need, I mean.

[he proudly jabs a thumb to his chest.]

That's right! I'm a musketeer - it's my duty to protect people and help everyone!

A musketeer, are you? If the word means the same on my world as yours, I daresay you protect your king as well then?

[Ignis finds himself feeling a new appreciation for his savior.]

It seems we have similar occupations in that case, though I think you're doing yours a fair bit better than I am at the moment.

[A fellow musketeer??? Mickey is positively beaming!!!!]

Well, if it helps, yours sounds a fair bit more important. I'm not protecting the king, I protect the princess!

[who, granted, is pretty much like a king in that she's the sole ruler, but, details.]

[The excitement in Mickey's voice is catching, causing a smile to cross Ignis' face.]

Come now, don't belittle your duty like that. They call us 'Crownsguard' where I am from, so Prince, King, Princess, Queen. Their titles are not as important as their role.

[Role. If Ignis is technical, he should be thinking of Noctis as 'King' now and they his 'Kingsglaive,' but it doesn't feel right yet. Does feel...real.]

How long have you been a musketeer for?

[Mickey holds up a finger...]

One day! ... Well, technically, a couple of hours, but I've been a musketeer in spirit ever since I was a kid!

And you were brought here so quickly afterward? I hope your princess doesn't miss her brave musketeer too much.

[Ignis' smile widens.]

I was six when I was selected for my position. It seems as if we both started chasing our dreams early.

[Princess missing her brave musketeer... b-blush. he tries to pretend he's not, though.]

Well, when me and my pals were kids, we saved by musketeers... so we wanted to be just like them!

[Fortunately for Mickey, even if he does blush, Ignis can't see it to tease him for it.]

Oh, it is terrible that you and your friends were in such danger, but wonderful that those musketeers proved themselves well worthy of their titles and duty that day.

[Sometimes power given is used as it should be and others, well Insomnia's fall was the result of that.]

[Mickey nods!!! Yes, it was an amazing day!!!]

I want to be just like them... inspiring those all around me! Protecting others! And showing kindness to all!

[he takes off his hat, and flips it, showing the names of the musketeers written on the other side.]

... And maybe have some fancy handwriting too.

Fancy handwriting?

[Ignis cocks his head in Mickey's direction. He'd picked up on the sound of motion--perhaps something being taken off?--but without his vision, he has no idea where handwriting of any sort comes into it.]

I have to apologize. I'm afraid if you're showing me something, I can't see it. I lost my vision a few months ago.

[It might not be necessary, but Ignis raises a hand to draw attention to the scars that peek out from his sunglasses to emphasis the point.]

[... Oh.

Oh boy.

Guilt hits Mickey like a punch to the gut.]

O-oh no! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean, I didn't think...

[Ignis shakes his head--which really isn't the best idea considering how much he's had to drink tonight--and holds a hand out in Mickey's direction.]

There's no need to apologize. It just means I'm doing well adapting even when I've had too much to drink.

[Okay, that might be going a little far. After all, he's not done so well with standing and walking so far.]

You've done nothing to be upset about.

[Mickey desperately tries to think.]

H-Have you talked to the Storyteller? Maybe they can restore your sight! I've got a bunch of saved up stories, I could do it!

[Ignis reaches out toward Mickey's voice with one hand, the gesture meant to be a calming one.]

One of my friends from back home asked shortly after we arrived here, but it seems there are things even the Storyteller cannot fix. I appreciate your generosity more than I can say, but it is best if I learn to adapt. After all, even if my vision could be returned here, back home it will still be gone. I will be all right. I promise you that. Save those favors to help those truly in need. It's the musketeer way, yes?

I... but...

[Who is more in need than a blind man?! He falters, but he sighs, sadly relenting. He can't force it on Ignis, but he still feels pretty bad about the whole thing.]

Well... if you say so. I'll... I'll think of somethin' else.

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